Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.